This is a poem that I wrote for my Father.He has always prayed for all of us. (His children)
On Sunday mornings at 8am, we met our Dad in the living room.
My sister and I were wearing our stiff, wire curlers in our hair.
With our pajamas still on, in the corner, was a book shelf.
The cloth chair sat in the corner, next to the brick hearth.
My baby brother sat on one knee and I sat on the other knee.
My older brother and sister sat on the floor.
We learned about Jesus, as he read to us.
Love from my fathers heart overflowed, as he read those Bible stories.
With a smile on his face, it came very clear to me.
God is the Master, the very best you see.
Fold your hands in prayer, if you are willing to receive.
The lessons I learned and the stories I heard from my Dad were always the best. Better was how his life mirrored what he told us about Jesus. He practiced what he taught/preached. Thank you for the wonderful memory of long ago days!
The first two lines in this are so alive with memories and I was reading this and remembering my Mom's old curlers that I would wear as a kid, lol, and like you described, their stiffness. A loving portrait. Blessings, Michelle
He Keeps Me is a devotional journey of revelation and insight birthed out of prayer.Searching the Word of God revealed the many ways that He has kept me and continues to keep me. Each day is an opportunity to recognize that God is mindful of you, eve
These timeless quotations culled from the celebrated corpus of writings by W.E.B. Du Bois are presented with illuminating introductory essays by Aberjhani. Narration of the Audible book performed by Catherine Byers.
This book consists of a 150 pages of Christian poetry about the end of time and the Second coming of Jesus Christ not as a servant but as a King, the King of kings. To bring righteousness and peace to the earth and restore the government of God! Peac
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God bless you. Kathy